He smiled back. Things will get better, he thought hopefully. He just wanted to feel better. It is hard to be nice to others when you feel so depressed all the time. But his sister didn't understand that, so maybe a counselor would, and be able to help.

He was trying not to get irritated with her, but when she asked that, something he had already told her, he felt annoyed. He frowned at her, and didn't say anything. As far as he was concerned, she should already know how he feels.

He woke up to the sound of crying. He figured she had another bad dream. He got up and went to her to tell her it was all okay.He found her in the living room, crying. "Whats wrong?" he asked with concern.